In my earlier recount I explained my Chance meeting and budding friendship with Bob, A man that had attended the same sea school that i went to in the 1960's, After my first meeting with him and his friend Mark, when after a few too many glasses of wine i had inadvertantly let slip that i was , (to use his words.) queer, The night has passed well and i felt a bond had been formed, We continued to exchange Emails and had learned more about each other, We arranged our second meeting at his place in Huntingdon the following Friday, I arrived about seven ,,Bob explained that Mark couldn't be with us on this occasion as his sister, who he lived with wasn't well, It seemed a lot more relaxed this time and we were soon chatting again about our days at sea,, As the evening wore on and more alcohol was consumed the chat became more intimate and references were made to my last visit when i had sucked him off, "Honestly, I never had a clue when we met that day in Tesco's that you were queer" "I know," i replied, It's not that obvious unless i am dressed" This remark seemed to surprise him, "Oh i didn't realise that you were a crossdresser", "Bob, Let me explain, I am a TV more than just a crossdresser,I like to look like a woman but i also have a womans feelings and needs, I have had these feelings since being a teenager," He thought for a while before replying. "So thats why you were happy to give me a blow job" "Yes Bob,Thats what i did, I gave you a blow job." "Well I must admit i really enjoyed it, since the wife passed away i have relied on magazines, porn on the telly and my right hand, I am not queer,and theres no way i could put a mans cock in my mouth," "Well you never need to Bob, It would do absolutely nothing for me, My feelings are totally fem, I cringe when i meet a man and he suggests playing with my clit"The way the conversation was going was starting to have an effect on Bob and a definate tent was forming in his trousers, "Perhaps next time we meet i will be dressed and then perhaps you won't think so much about Queers," "Yes i would like to see that", he replied, Bob shifted in his chair, The tent in his trousers plainly visable now,"Why dont you get more comfortable Bob." He got up and walked stiffly to his bedroom, returning in just a dressing gown, There was no point in being coy, we both knew what was about to take place, He stood in front of me ,allowing his dressing gown to open, It was the first time i had really looked at his cock, the last time had been such a rush, He was almost fully hard, about seven inches but quite thick, He had quite a long foreskin that was stretched tight leaving just the tip of his purple helmet showing, I stood up, pushing the dressing gown from his shoulders, it fell to the floor, "Lay back in the chair, stretch with your legs apart and relax," It was time for me to be in charge, "Last time you had a blow job, tonight Bob you will enjoy oral sex", He lay back and sighed deeply, I crouched before him and as i leaned in he raised his bottom attempting to enter my mouth, I pulled back, He looked surprised, moving closer again i turned my head slightly to one side, I felt him tremor as my tongue traced its path from the top of his foreskin to the base of his shaft, after more long licks i lay my head in his crotch, my nose in the small thatch of wirey grey hair,with my hand i gently lifted his ball sac into my mouth, sucking it softly,probing it with my tongue, with my finger nails i gently scratched the small sensitive area of skin between his sac and his anus, I heard Bob utter,"Oh fuck, Yes" He was so excited and i hadn't even had him in my mouth yet, I had experienced many teachers over the years and i knew that oral sex was all about timing and control, With my tongue i traced my way to the tip of his cock, I know that when most men face fuck me, they are imagining that my red lips are a womans cunt, I like that and do my best to make the feeling better, I knew that by gripping Bobs shaft firmly he would be thinking it was a womans love channel, maybe one of the models in the magazine laying by his chair or the weather girl of the television he was always going on about, with my grip still firmly on his shaft i ran my tounge over the exposed helmet maintaining a downward pressure,My salavia mixed with the large drop of precum that had appeared, With the help of my tongue The foreskin slowly slipped completely back,revealing the complete helmet, Pressing my lips firmly together in a pout i pressed down on the slippery helmet giving the sensation of a cunt being entered., Time to pause, He was getting close. I was in control, Bob would come close several times before his climax. He recovered and the pleasure continued, My attention now was centred on his helmet, I have been told many times where a mans sensative areas are, and have been slapped several times for not giving them the attention required of me, By running the tip of my tongue just beneath the rim of the helmet i knew would give most pleasure, I continued for a while, at times probing the small slit with the tip of my tongue before taking him completey in my mouth, It was time now for Bob to enjoy the full depth of my throat, As my mouth enclosed completey round him i felt Bob thrust upwards, this time i allowed him complete freedom to fuck my mouth, Bob had earned his climax.but i was still in control and now the timing was crutial, "Oh fuck yes, I am going to cum you fucking cock sucker." As he withdrew before his final thrust i gripped him tight, with his angry helmet resting on my tongue his first hot jet of spunk filled my mouth, a small amount leaked over my lips, I released my grip allowing him to thrust back to the depth of my throat in time to receive the second spurt, it was followed by two more that i only managed to swallow by breathing through my nose, He was fully spent, I did not the moment to be spoilt by a hasty withdrawal so i lay with my head resting on his thigh, he gave a few more gentle thrusts before beginning to soften,, Sighing deeply he said, Wow Cathy,I have certainly learnt the difference between oral sex and a blow job, sorry if i got carried away when i spunked, calling you a cocksucker," "No offence taken Bob, at the end of the day it is what i am." I never stayed that night as i had to be up early next day for an appointment but we shall arrange the next meeting by email, He is right , I am a cock sucker, I am proud of it and if anyone who reads this account would like to judge for themselves i am always happy to meet new friends. Cathy |
